Eclogue The Third (Thomas Chatterton Poems)
Wouldst thou kenn Nature in her better parte?Goe, serche the logges and bordels of the hynde ;Gyfe theye have anie, ...
Wouldst thou kenn Nature in her better parte?Goe, serche the logges and bordels of the hynde ;Gyfe theye have anie, ...
FYRSTE MYNSTRELLE...The boddynge flourettes bloshes atte the lyghte;The mees be sprenged wyth the yellowe hue;Ynn daiseyd mantels ys the mountayne ...
If pure goodwill, not meaning ill, might boldly, might boldly, Presume to tell his minde:I wold not vse, in terms diffuse, ...
(In a Style Skeltonical)Listen now this timeShortly to my rhymeThat herewith startsAbout certain kind heartsIn those stricken partsThat lie behind ...
'Twas Christmas Day on the SommeThe men stood on parade,The snow laid six feet on the groundTwas twenty in the ...
We marched, and saw a company of CanadiansTheir coats weighed eighty pounds at least, we saw themFaces infinitely grimed in, ...
Girl To A Soldier On LeaveLove! You love me - your eyesHave looked through death at mine.You have tempted a ...
Somme cherisaunei 'tys to gentle mynde,Whan heie have chevyced theyre londe from bayne ,Whan theie ar dedd, theie leave yer ...
Will they never fade or pass!The mud, and the misty figures endlessly comingIn file through the foul morass,And the grey ...
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
Part 10 PROLOGUE TO CHAUCER'S TALE OF SIR THOPAS Bihoold the murye ...
Comme dans l'?ponge il y a dans l'orange une aspiration ? reprendre contenance apr?s avoir subi l'?preuve de l'expression. Mais ...
August 26: 1346 At Crecy by Somme in Ponthieu High up on ...
Trumpeter, what are you scrounging now;Is it the call I'm seeking?The dinner smells good, p'rhaps it's suetty pud,Or they're bringing ...
I slung me khaki suit to-day. Civilian now front heel to chin I 'op round on a single ...
Whan that Aprilly with hise shoures soote The droghte of March had perced to the roote, I druv a motor ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
(From Frise on the Somme in February, 1917, in answer to a letter saying: "I am just finishing my 'Faun's ...
AN IDYLL Back from the Somme two Fusiliers Limped painfully home; the elder said, S. "Robert, I've lived three thousand ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
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